The Spring Festival Gala was still playing in the living room. She felt bored alone, so she curled up on the sofa and started watching it. Along the way, she remembered the red envelope Sun Qingyang had given her. She pulled out the money and counted it, finding a total of twenty-five thousand yuan.
Gu Lanshan vaguely understood the meaning of this New Year's money. After tonight, she would be twenty-five years old. Twenty-five years, one thousand yuan per year.
